I opened the curtain last night before going to bed early to read and caught my breath. The full moon was rising over my neighbor's house and I could not look away. I shut out the lights and called Philip up and we stood watching. It was surreal really. The moon was caught on the dark ebony branches of winter and was stark against the night sky. With all the snow on the ground and covering my twinkle lights on the balcony, the view was spectacular. I didn't want to stop looking. It made me think of one of my favorite books on Winter by Rick Bass. I read this book every winter again and again. Here is a passage for your enjoyment:
"Be loyal to the winter, all the way through-all the way, and with sincerity-or you'll find yourself high and dry, longong for a spring that's a lon way off, and winter will have abandoned you, and in her place you'll have cabin fever, the worst.
The colder it gets, the more you've got to love it."
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana and spends her summers on the wind swept island of Ocracoke. You can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.